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ablaze with a profusion of wildflowers.<br />
Before the chill of night sets in, the<br />
breezes are gentle, carrying with them<br />
the whispers of the trees, and the<br />
perfumes of myriad flora.<br />
I find that now I can look back on<br />
those days of youth with pleasure, and<br />
can relish their richness. Such was not<br />
always the case. Once, the slightest<br />
reminder of the past would rack me<br />
with pain and grief. For I had been<br />
sundered from those innocent, joyful<br />
times by a chasm that no living man<br />
could ever cross.<br />
In what now seems a previous<br />
lifetime, I had a family I loved, a<br />
profession I cherished. I was a simple<br />
healer leading a simple existence.<br />
Then a wretched, blood-sucking horror<br />
took my wife and child. My simple<br />
existence died with them, and I came<br />
to follow a path very different from the<br />
one I had chosen for myself.<br />
Today I am driven not by my own<br />
needs and whims, but by a central<br />
cause: to rid the world of the Accursed,<br />
those unnatural and supernatural<br />
predators who threaten the lives and<br />
happiness of all. I speak, of course, of<br />
those beings which some have<br />
imprecisely classed as "monsters:" the<br />
various forms of undead, the<br />
shapeshifters, and other fiendish beasts<br />
who feast on sorrow and pain.<br />
Some who know of my cause be-<br />
lieve me to be driven by vengeance.<br />
Not so. This once was true, of course.<br />
After the loss of my beloved wife and<br />
son, desire for vengeance burned<br />
brightly within me. It shames me to<br />
admit it, but I took great pleasure in<br />
sending the fell beast who had de-<br />
stroyed my family down into the black-<br />
ness of true death. The realization that<br />
I had enjoyed my act forced me to re-<br />
examine my motives, however, and to<br />
scrutinize the very shadows in my soul.<br />
It was that intense personal scrutiny<br />
which redirected my efforts. From that<br />
moment forward, I no longer sought<br />
the destruction of such foul creatures<br />
for personal benefit or desire for<br />
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vengeance. Today my central<br />
motivation is to spare others the<br />
torture and heartache that I myself<br />
have suffered. If I go to my grave<br />
knowing that I have saved only one<br />
person from the torment that I was<br />
forced to endure, I will count myself a<br />
lucky man and judge my life to have<br />
been of worth.<br />
As I have stated, once I did not believe<br />
the legends of the shapeshifters, the<br />
werebeasts. It was in my thirty-ninth<br />
year that I discovered my mistake. By<br />
that time, I had traveled the length and<br />
breadth of Darkon in my quest to<br />
eliminate the unnatural predators<br />
which threatened the populace namely,<br />
the undead. I was near Varithne, a<br />
village too tiny to appear on most<br />
maps. It lies in the north of Darkon,<br />
where the terrain is rugged and the<br />
populace sparse. As was (and still is)<br />
my habit, I stopped at the local tavern<br />
at day's end, seeking a glass of brandy<br />
and a bit of conversation.<br />
That night, Varithne's tavern was<br />
crowded. Nearly all who filled the room<br />
were talking of strange<br />
disappearances. Simply by listening, I<br />
discovered their plight.<br />
Over the past fortnight, seven men<br />
had gone missing. The first two were<br />
shepherds. As it was the season for<br />
doing so, they had led their flocks into<br />
the hills to graze. Neither shepherds<br />
nor sheep ever returned. Scant days<br />
later, a pair of professional hunters<br />
joined the ranks of the missing. The<br />
people of Varithne had hired these two<br />
men to provide meat for the village.<br />
Their hunting expedition was to last<br />
only a day or two, but like the<br />
shepherds they failed to return,<br />
The latest to disappear were three<br />
travelers who claimed they hailed from<br />
a land called Sembia. These<br />
adventurous men took it upon<br />
themselves to locate the shepherds<br />
and hunters. Again, none returned,